Time will Weave Her Mysterious Web
And Walk in Shadow as well as Rhyme,
Words will Linger long after Spoken,
Like the Echoing Ring of Crystal Chimes,
Memory Walks Upon Forsaken Paths,
Whispering of Days, Lost and Forgotten,
Colours Fade like Autumn’s Ebb,
Like Promises, Sadly Misbegotten.
Withering Road, Once Daily Trodden,
Overgrown and Under Used,
Purpose Poisoned by Apathy,
Forever, Woefully Abused.
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